Chapter 1967 The Holy Son Is Here!

Just when everyone was guessing about the origin of the person who made the sound just now, they saw a golden figure looming in the gloomy void where the storm was still falling.

This is a young man in a golden robe, his figure is floating and slowly falling down.

At this moment, Zhuge Qingfeng, the eighth elder of Tianhuang Holy Land, also raised his head slightly, looked at the golden figure, and followed, only to hear him slowly say the name of that person: "Leng Xi! He has come! "

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"He! It's him!"

"he!"

"It's...it's him! It's him! My God!"

And as the golden figure got closer and closer to Misha City below, countless people recognized that person, couldn't help being surprised in their hearts, and immediately let out a loud cry of surprise.

They really did not expect that that one would actually come to participate in the martial arts competition held by the Misha City lord to recruit relatives, it was simply too unexpected.

In recent days, many people have climbed the mountain of Eighth Elder Zhuge Qingfeng, but this one, there is no need to rely on Zhuge Qingfeng at all!

"Leng Xi! It's him! The holy son of the wild holy land, Leng Xi!"

And just when someone yelled this sentence, many people who had never seen the young man in golden clothes before, their complexions changed drastically, showing unbelievable expressions.

"Leng... Leng Xi? This... How is this possible! How is it possible! How is it possible for the Holy Son of the Holy Land to participate in this competition to recruit a relative! Did you admit the wrong person? You must have recognized the wrong person!"

"No! Impossible to admit wrong! It's him! It's him, Leng Xi, who is not wrong! How could Leng Xi, the holy son of the wild holy land, admit him wrong!"

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"Leng... Leng Xi..." At this moment, even the youths of the Sky Beast clan who were standing proudly above the arena before were full of rampages, their complexion changed drastically.

Even though he thought he was unparalleled in talent, he didn't dare to compare with the colossal son of Tianhuang Holy Land!

Looking at the young man in the golden robe who was getting closer and closer to the bottom, his burly and burly body trembled a little.

And the eyes of the eighth elder, Zhuge Qingfeng, were still staring at the young golden figure, and then he spoke secretly, saying:

"I've heard people say before that this kid likes the Japanese better, but he didn't expect that he would be so high-profile and aboveboard to participate in the martial arts contest to recruit relatives!

As the holy son of my wild holy land, even if you take part in the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, you can keep a low profile and take part in a different appearance! "

"He is the holy son of this generation, Leng Xi?" Among the crowd, the old man looked at the golden figure falling gracefully in the void, and said inwardly.

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Far away from the competition arena, there is the tallest and most beautiful building in Misha City, called Moon Moon Tower.

There are seven floors in the Wangyue Building. It is rumored that as long as you go to the seventh floor, you can see the whole Misha City panorama.

At this very moment, there is a beautiful red figure in the wing room on the seventh floor of Wangyue Tower, looking at the golden figure slowly descending from the sky.

This is a young woman in a red dress, dignified and beautiful, with snow-like skin and extremely beautiful appearance! It should be said, sweet!

She is the protagonist of this contest, the third daughter of Misha City lord, Nie Ying!

But at this moment, a hurried figure suddenly came from behind her: "Miss, miss! I heard that the man in the golden coat is said to be the holy son of the heavenly holy land. Xi!"

"What!" When she heard the report from the woman behind her, the beautiful face of the woman in red changed immediately, revealing a look of disbelief, and shouted in shock.

She never thought at all that the holy son of the majestic Tianhuang Holy Land would come to participate in her competition to recruit relatives.

The Holy Son of the Heavenly Desolation Holy Land is like an existence in legends, and it is rare for ordinary people to see it, let alone come to this small city of Misha in person.

"You didn't make a mistake?" Then, Nie Ying confirmed to the maid who came.

"Miss! That's right! Absolutely nothing wrong!" said the servant girl, "I'll inquire carefully,

And more than one or two people said that due to the arrival of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Desolation Holy Land, those people over there have now exploded. "

"Oh, really." Hearing the maid's words, Nie Ying said softly.

At this time, the servant girl who gradually came over said again:

"Our young lady is beautiful and unparalleled in the world. No, even the holy son of Tianhuang Holy Land is fascinated by our young lady's beauty. He came to participate in this contest to recruit relatives! It seems that our young lady is about to become the holy son!" Ma'am, from now on, she is the Holy Mother of our Heavenly Desolate Holy Land!"

"Girl, stop talking nonsense." Hearing what the maid said, Nie Ying said quickly, and gave the maid a blank look.

But there were only two touches of blushing, and the dry cheeks quietly appeared, she was so shy!

Then, Nie Zhen turned around slowly again, and looked at the majestic golden figure descending from the sky.

Originally, she, Nie Zhen, had secretly prayed that the husband she married would not be too useless, and she hoped that she would be a four-star demigod or above.

But now, he never expected that the Son of Heaven would come in person!

Men love beautiful women, and what woman doesn't like strong men and famous geniuses!

"Holy Son of Heaven." Nie Ying's eyes were still fixed on that golden figure, and she muttered those four words to herself, a happy face of a little woman involuntarily appeared on her pretty face.

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For a moment, Leng Xi, the Son of Heaven and Desolation who descended from the sky, had become the only one in this world, and his eyes were fixed on that golden figure.

Leng Xi looked to be around twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in a golden robe, with extraordinary bearing, a cold and handsome face, with a touch of arrogance, as if supercilious, even when passing by the eighth elder, Zhuge Qingfeng, he didn't look at it. Zhuge Qingfeng took a look.

And just when Leng Xi's figure was about to fall into the towering ring, he said to the Heavenly Beast Tribe lying on the ring, "Why don't you get out, kid? Don't you really want to be with me?" Can't fight?"

And when I heard Leng Xi's words, I was a little dazed just now, and I quickly reacted, nodded to Leng Xi, and said, "Get out! I'll get out! I'll get out right away!"

While saying these words, Wo Dang's burly figure immediately flew backwards, and flew out of the competition arena in an instant.

"Hmph, it really is a waste!" Seeing Wo Dang like this, Leng Xi became even more disdainful, and snorted coldly.

Afterwards, that floating golden figure landed on the competition ring. Leng Xi glanced around and said, "My holy son Leng Xi is here, who dares to come up and fight with my holy son?"

"My holy son Leng Xi is here, who dares to come up and fight with my holy son?"

"My holy son Leng Xi is here, who dares to come up and fight with my holy son?"

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The young, cold, and proud voice immediately echoed in this Misha city for a long time!